I stand surrounded by people on my side,
but I can't speak as if my voice died.
I try to take a step forward,
but my legs won't carryforward.
I can't ask a question to anyone,
because I am worried I will get shunned.
Talking to someone sounds easy,
but it makes me feel queasy.
Doing anything around people is like a race,
a race where I am always in last place.
Being shy makes everything hard,
causing me to always be on guard.
Life is difficult when you realize you're in a bind,
trapped inside your own mind.